Bluebeard Page #3

Hello?

Hello?

Darling, I'm thirsty.

Hurry up with the drink, please.

There's a small hidden camera inside.

When the door is opened,

it automatically takes a photograph.

I'm sorry.

You should have never

used that golden key.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Anne.

I really do.

Probably more

than any other woman

I ever loved. You know that, don't you?

But I... have to kill you, Anne.

Like all the others.

I have to kill you.

You must not be afraid of me.

I love you too much.

I won't talk, I promise. Trust me.

But you saw them.

I would never trust

you not to tell.

I must kill you.

I must kill you!

Forgive me, Anne, my dear.

Why did you do that?

Why did you use the key?

So I made a small mistake.

But is my sin as great as theirs?

- Theirs?

- Those... those women up there!

Why did they...

why did you kill them?

Why... why else?

They deserved to die.

Oh, naturally, I'm sure of that.

But... but what did they do?

I mean, you're so good, so kind.

I've never known you to do

anything without reason.

It must have been their fault...

Yes, they...

they forced me to it.

I didn't want to kill them.

They forced me to it.

Damn.

Damn them all!

Damn them!

I'm forever

blowing bubbles,

Pretty bubbles

in the air,

They fly so high

nearly reach the sky,

Then, like my dreams

they fade and die.

You're the cream

in my coffee,

You're the salt in my stew,

You will always

be my...

No, not here my love.

Not here. Take me

wherever you want me,

but not here! I can't swim!

You're the sail of my love boat,

Who stole my heart away?

Who makes me dream all day?

Dreams I know

can never come true,

Seems as though

I'll ever be blue,

Who means my happiness?

Who would I

answer yes to?

Well, you ought to guess who,

No one but you,

Beyond the blue horizon,

Waits a beautiful day,

Good-bye to things,

That bore me,

Joy is waiting,

For me,

I see a new horizon,

My life has barely begun,

Beyond the blue horizon,

You're driving me crazy,

What did I do?

What did I do?

My tears for you,

Make everything hazy,

Clouding my skies,

Of... it's you, yes, you, yes, you,

Someday

when I'm awfully low,

Someday

when I'm awfully low,

When the wor...

My love.

You're my sheik of Araby,

Your love belongs to me,

At night when you're asleep,

Into your...

Oh, do, do, do,

What you done, done,

done before... baby

Oh, do, do, do,

What I really do adore, baby

Lover!

Lover, when I'm near you,

And I hear you speak my name,

Softly in my ear,

You breathe a flame,

- lover...

- Boo.

Oh, lover.

When I'm near you,

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my lover.

Oh, yes, yes. I want you.

I want you, take me.

Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

How else could I shut her up?

Those who are about to die...

Shall we eat?

Eat?

I thought I'd surprise you

with an old American dessert.

Jell-O. It's in the... refrigerator.

Ah, refrigerator.

You have a marvelous

sense of humor, Anne.

I appreciate that, I really do.

It's such a shame...

I know, I know.

Don't keep telling me.

Shall we dine?

Why not? It will be

the last piece of pudding

we shall eat together.

Oh, don't think about it, darling.

It might spoil your appetite.

It's delicious.

It's almost as good

as Marka's jam.

You would have made

a marvelous wife.

I really hate...

Oh, don't be morbid, dear.

By the way, have

you ever told anyone,

I mean, about those

women in there?

You think that's the kind of thing

I should go around telling people?

Well, I mean to

someone you can trust,

like your priest,

or me, for instance.

Why? What would be the point?

Oh, I don't know, it...

it might give you

a better understanding

of why you did it.

You know, analyze their defects.

I know their defects,

they were monsters.

They only began to look human

when they were dead.

Perhaps that's why I killed them.

To make them... human?

Yes...

to make them human.

Something one could love.

They were liars, depraved.

I could not let them live.

At first sight, they

looked like normal women.

They dressed like normal women.

Sometimes even better

than normal women.

Do you like it?

It's only a bauble, Erika.

But where can one find

anything as beautiful as you?

Sure you don't want

something to eat?

No, food bores me.

It's a question of lack of habit.

My work, you know.

And then music can be

sweet nourishment, too,

don't you think?

Kurt, what on earth are you doing?

I'm so sorry, Erika.

Somebody must have touched it

with a cigarette as he passed.

You might have burned yourself.

I'm sorry about your stole.

I would be delighted

to replace it.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I have five more just like it.

I see.

Good night.

As you wish.

May I see you to your door?

No thanks. I don't like

good-byes on the top step.

- Why not?

- Good night.

May I get in touch

with you tomorrow?

I'll call you.

And please, don't send me flowers.

I detest them.

And don't come to look for me.

I'll get in touch with you, I promise.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Erika!

You should live in as beautiful a place

as you are.

Look at me.

What are you frightened of?

Look at me.

You don't need

all that paraphernalia.

You're beautiful as you are.

Perhaps even more beautiful.

The pendant, I sold it.

I had to pay the Italia for the stole.

It was theirs.

I'll get you another one,

despite the fact that you

have five others just like it.

You knew right away

that I was bluffng.

Of course, of course.

But I had no idea that, in the end,

the change would be so total.

I prefer you this way.

From now on,

I want you to be yourself.

I never dreamed

it would be such a disaster

when I told her to be herself.

I was trying to read

the newspaper, darling.

Daddy doesn't read now.

Daddy plays with Erika.

Daddy eats with Erika.

Come on, take a little bite here.

Where your baby

put her tiddy-widdys.

You love your baby?

How many heaps of love, Daddy?

Oh, I feel so good,

darling, so very good.

For the frst time in my life.

And who is responsible for that?

You, my sweet, holy,

golden, little lover.

Some grapes?

Some prissy little grapies

from your loving baby?

They're good, you know.

Want one from my

mouthy wouthy?

Did you like

the mouthy wouthy?

Know what it's called?

It's called Little Red Riding Hood.

Now, I have a little

surprise for you.

- Oh, yes?

- A nice one.

- Like it?

- Oh, y-yes.

Want to kiss it?

- It's name is Jasmine.

- Oh.

- Pretty name, isn't it?

- Yes, yes.

But I can't let you.

Because Sicumin will get jealous.

Who?

- Sicumin.

- Oh, Si... oh, yes.

Which do you like better,

Sicumin or Jasmine?

Tell me,

which do you like better,

Sicumin or Jasmine?

Here, choose one.

But watch out for

that scratchy old beard.

They're so delicate.

Erika, please, l...

No, first you have to choose

which one you like better.

Well, Sicumin, Jasmine,

neither, I mean, either...

Please, Erika!

Why are you angry?

They're so pretty.

They're more than pretty.

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